Barb Lockard

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O.K., time to shamelessly hawk my second book.  If you want to chuckle. . . maybe even guffaw, give it a read.  Let's re...
04/23/2022

O.K., time to shamelessly hawk my second book. If you want to chuckle. . . maybe even guffaw, give it a read. Let's reminisce about skinned knees, Fletcher's Castoria, bad haircuts and all the fun things about growing up in the 1950s! Available (cheap) on Amazon.

Mister Softee, Miss Revlon and Captain Kangaroo: More Growing Up in the 1950s

A tribute to candy that never made it past Easter Sunday As kids, we learned the Easter season combines everything that ...
04/16/2022

A tribute to candy that never made it past Easter Sunday As kids, we learned the Easter season combines everything that Catholics love. Heralded in by 40 days of guilt and sacrifice (Never enough! Never enough!), the Sunday holy day is positively decadent. First, there’s the enormous basket of usually-forbidden sweets. There is no weeping Early on, we knew that a loaded basket was really payment for weeks of abstaining from anything enjoyable....

A tribute to candy that never made it past Easter Sunday As kids, we learned the Easter season combines everything that Catholics love. Heralded in by 40 days of guilt and sacrifice (Never enough! …

The 1950s, when no upstanding homemaker would send her man to the office looking like a prune! My mother weaponized the ...
04/05/2022

The 1950s, when no upstanding homemaker would send her man to the office looking like a prune! My mother weaponized the steam iron. Convinced that ironing was an art, she believed that she alone was DaVinci. Dependent on our own ironing talent, we would have quickly entered the ranks of the puckered bodice and bent collar. Better to stay on Mom’s good side and be able to pull a freshly pressed white blouse out of the closet or grab a smooth, shiny handkerchief from a drawer and avoid embarrassment....

The 1950s, when no upstanding homemaker would send her man to the office looking like a prune! My mother weaponized the steam iron.  Convinced that ironing was an art, she believed that she al…

Mom had a quirky view of life, and her maxims reflected this! Don’t get me wrong. My mother wasn’t on a level with Socra...
02/18/2022

Mom had a quirky view of life, and her maxims reflected this! Don’t get me wrong. My mother wasn’t on a level with Socrates, or even Lil’ Nas X, but she did have some homespun wisdom that elevated her to the rank of amateur philosopher, if not yenta. Mom regularly encouraged us to date above our class. . . I can still see it....

Mom had a quirky view of life, and her maxims reflected this! Don’t get me wrong.  My mother wasn’t on a level with Socrates, or even Lil’ Nas X, but she did have some homespun wisdom that ele…

My high school is awash in graven images! Although I don’t fit the stereotype, I graduated from an all-girls, Catholic h...
12/30/2021

My high school is awash in graven images! Although I don’t fit the stereotype, I graduated from an all-girls, Catholic high school with a reputation for turning out young ladies of refinement. In addition to the “three R’s” we were schooled in manners, Catholic husband-hunting and how to hold our own at a competitive Replacing St. Rose with a reptile is one thing, but ....

My high school is awash in graven images! Although I don’t fit the stereotype, I graduated from an all-girls, Catholic high school with a reputation for turning out young ladies of refinement. In …

Violence on television just may have turned me into a pacifist. My daddy didn’t raise no thugs.  A 6’2”, 240-pound Cinci...
12/14/2021

Violence on television just may have turned me into a pacifist. My daddy didn’t raise no thugs. A 6’2”, 240-pound Cincinnati Police officer, one of the youngest pilots in WWII and teenage Golden Gloves contender, Jack Lockard was blessed with two daughters. Strapping sons who would follow in their father’s footsteps? Nope. Jack was pressed into service to be the father of girls; using his tools to build doll houses and once, even opening his drafting set to create the pattern for a Dutch Girl costume. ...

Violence on television just may have turned me into a pacifist. My daddy didn’t raise no thugs. A 6’2”, 240-pound Cincinnati Police officer, one of the youngest pilots in WWII and teenage Golden G…

The Church kept putting us in veils, but there were no grooms in the picture. I want to report a case of election fraud....
11/01/2021

The Church kept putting us in veils, but there were no grooms in the picture. I want to report a case of election fraud. No, this doesn’t involve the infamous presidential election of 2020, but rather an obscure event that took place in 1969. At my high school, the transition from winter to spring was […]...

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Friday shopping excursions – a combination of summer fun and motion sickness Mom planned her Friday “errands” with the p...
10/12/2021

Friday shopping excursions – a combination of summer fun and motion sickness Mom planned her Friday “errands” with the precision of an air traffic controller. Summers were more difficult since she had to drag two unwilling passengers along (Karen and me). Hard to imagine a time when it took all day, a tank of gas and lots of shoe leather to collect necessities for the coming week. ...

Friday shopping excursions – a combination of summer fun and motion sickness Mom planned her Friday “errands” with the precision of an air traffic controller. Summers were more difficult since she…

Step right up and get yourself a child! The Catholic Church loves numbers; whether it’s how many days a sinner earns in ...
09/14/2021

Step right up and get yourself a child! The Catholic Church loves numbers; whether it’s how many days a sinner earns in Purgatory, or how many times a third-grader can say, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph” in an hour. The Catholic hierarchy were lovers of big data before big data existed. Missionaries didn't come cheap, so every classroom had a repository that held money "for the missions."...

Step right up and get yourself a child!  The Catholic Church loves numbers; whether it’s how many days a sinner earns in Purgatory, or how many times a third-grader can say, “Jesus, Mary and J…

Part II: The Awakening (When last we left our merry band of Ohio travelers, they had arrived exhausted at their motel in...
08/30/2021

Part II: The Awakening (When last we left our merry band of Ohio travelers, they had arrived exhausted at their motel in Anaheim, facing a morning trip to Disneyland). I got the news as I sat eating toaster waffles in the small motel lobby. Apparently, there was only ONE shuttle to Disneyland and it was leaving in 30 minutes. So much for leisurely stuffing backpacks with all those hard-won Disney essentials....

Part II: The Awakening (When last we left our merry band of Ohio travelers, they had arrived exhausted at their motel in Anaheim, facing a morning trip to Disneyland). I got the news as I sat eatin…

Part I – The Plan (Trigger Warning! Reading this may cause anxiety among those over 60). Some advice on how to react whe...
08/24/2021

Part I – The Plan (Trigger Warning! Reading this may cause anxiety among those over 60). Some advice on how to react when your adult children suggest that you join them in an activity. For instance, your son calls and wants you to be the wheelman on a bank heist he’s planning. Advice? Tell him nicely that you’re otherwise engaged in a pickleball tournament that day and could you take a raincheck?...

Part I – The Plan (Trigger Warning!  Reading this may cause anxiety among those over 60). Some advice on how to react when your adult children suggest that you join them in an activity.  …

Growing up Catholic, one walked a fine line between eternal damnation and a slap on the wrist! Oh, the Catholic religion...
08/09/2021

Growing up Catholic, one walked a fine line between eternal damnation and a slap on the wrist! Oh, the Catholic religion in the 1950s was ruled over by a vengeful God! Hidden by an invisible cloak, he waited quietly to pounce on an unsuspecting third-grader who just wanted some comic relief in the hour before dinnertime. He, or one of his sneaky apostles took perverse pleasure in watching you step off the cliff into the fiery pit, lured by juicy hamburgers on Friday, obscene movies, breaking an enforced fast, or stealing $1.01 from your mom’s purse. ...

Growing up Catholic, one walked a fine line between eternal damnation and a slap on the wrist! Oh, the Catholic religion in the 1950s was ruled over by a vengeful God! Hidden by an invisible cloak…

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